CHAPTER II.
ODDLY EMPLOYED.
While the stranger was thus communing with himself, and while Van Vernetwas striding toward that fashionable quarter of the city which containedthe splendid Warburton mansion, Richard Stanhope, perched upon onecorner of a baize covered table, his hands clasped about one knee, hishat pushed far back upon his head, his whole air that of a man in thepresence of a familiar spirit, and perfectly at his ease, was saying tohis Chief:
"So you want me to put this business through _alone_? I don't half likeit."
"You are equal to it, Dick."
"I know that," with a proud curve of the firm lips, "but I'm sure Vanexpected to be in this thing, and--"
"Vernet has another case in hand. I have given him all his time until itis finished, with the privilege of joining you here and assisting in theRaid to-morrow night, if he can do so without interfering with hisother duties. You seem to fear to offend Vernet, Dick?"
"I _fear_ no one, sir. But Van and I have pulled well together, anddivided the honors equally. This Raid, if it succeeds, will be a bigthing for the man, or men, engineering it. I know that Van has countedupon at least a share of the glory. I hate to see him lose the chancefor it."
"You are a generous friend, Dick, and Van may rejoice that you _are_ hisfriend instead of his rival. Now, leaving friendship to take care ofitself, do you feel that the _success_ of the Raid depends upon Vernet'sassistance?"
"Perdition! _No._"
"You know the ground?"
"Every inch of it!"
"And Van does not."
"One pilot is enough."
"You know the people?"
"Well, rather!"
"Do you doubt the success of the undertaking?"
"No, sir. I see only one chance for failure."
"And that?"
"I have made this Raid a study. If anything occurs to prevent my leadingthe expedition, and you put another man at the head, it will fail."
"Even if it be Vernet?"
"Even Vernet. Satan himself would fail in those alleys, unless he knewthe ground."
"And yet you would share your honors with Vernet for friendship's sake?Dick, you are a queer fish! But why do you suggest a possibility of yourabsence?"
"Because," sliding off the table and pulling his hat low over his eyes,"The Raid is thirty-six hours distant, and one never knows what mayhappen in thirty-six hours. Is there any thing else, sir?"
"Yes; I've a dainty bit of mystery for you. No blind alleys and thievesdens in _this_; it's for to-morrow evening, too."
Stanhope resumed his former position upon the corner of the table,pushed back his hat, and turned an attentive face to his Chief.
"Your Raid will not move until a little after midnight; this otherbusiness is for ten o'clock. You can be at liberty by eleven. You knowFollingsbee, the lawyer?"
"By reputation; yes. Is _he_ in the mystery?"
"He's negotiating for a client; a lady."
"A lady!" with a stare of dismay. "Why didn't you turn her over to Van;you know he is just the man to deal with women, and I--"
"You are afraid of a petticoat! I know; and I might have chosen Vernet,if the choice had been given me. But the lawyer asked for _you_."
Stanhope groaned dismally.
"Besides, it's best for you; you are better than Vernet at a femininemake up."
"A feminine make up!"
"Yes. Here is the business: Mr. Follingsbee desires your services for alady client; he took care to impress upon me that she _was_ a lady inevery sense of the word. This lady had desired the services of adetective, and he had recommended you."
"Why I?"
"Never mind why; you are sufficiently vain at present, You have nothingon hand after the Raid, so I promised you to Follingsbee; he is an oldfriend of mine. To-morrow evening, at ten o'clock, you are to drive toMr. Follingsbee's residence in masquerade costume."
"Good Lord!"
"In a feminine disguise of some sort. Mr. Follingsbee, also in costume,will join you, and together you will attend an up-town masquerade, youpersonating Mrs. Follingsbee, who will remain at home."
"Phew! I'm getting interested."
"At the masquerade you will meet your client, who will be introduced byFollingsbee. Now about your disguise: he wants to know your costumebeforehand, in order to avoid any mistakes."
"Let me think," said Stanhope, musingly. "What's Mrs. Follingsbee'sstyle?"
"A little above the medium. Follingsbee thinks, that, with considerabledrapery, you can make up to look sufficiently like her."
"Considerable drapery; then I have it. Last season, when Van and I wereabroad, we attended a masquerade in Vienna, and I wore the costume ofthe Goddess of Liberty, in order to furnish a partner for Van. In hiringthe costume, I, of course, deposited the price of it, and the next daywe left the city so hurriedly that I had no opportunity to return it, soI brought it home with me. It's a bang-up dress, and no one has seen iton this side of the water, except Van. How will it do?"
"Capitally; then I will tell Follingsbee to look for the Goddess ofLiberty."
"All right, sir. You are sure I won't be detained later than eleven?"
"You have only to meet the lady, receive her instructions, and comeaway."
"I hope I shall live through the ordeal," rising once more and shakinghimself like a water-spaniel, "but I'd rather face all the hosts of RagAlley."
And Richard Stanhope left the Agency to "overhaul" the innocentmasquerade costume that held, in its white and crimson folds, the fateof its owner.
"Yes; I've a dainty bit of mystery for you. No blindalleys and thieves' dens in _this_"--page 33.]
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Leaving him thus employed, let us follow the footsteps of Van Vernet,and enter with him the stately portals of the home of the Warburtons.
Crossing a hall that is a marvel of antique richness, with its walls ofrusset, old gold, and Venetian red tints; its big claw-footed tables;its massive, open-faced clock, with huge weights a-swing below; itsstatuettes and its bass-reliefs, we pass under a rich _portierie_, andhear the liveried footman say, evidently having been instructed:
"This is Mr. Warburton's study, sir; I will take up your name."
Van Vernet gazes about him, marking the gorgeous richness of the room. Astudy! There are massive book-cases filled with choicest lore; cabinetscontaining all that is curious, antique, rare, beautiful, and costly;there are plaques and bronzes; there is a mantle laden with costlybric-a-brac; a grand old-fashioned fire-place and fender; there aredivans and easy chairs; rich draperies on wall and at windows, and allin the rarest tints of olive, crimson, and bronze.
Van Vernet looks about him and says to himself:
"This is a room after my own heart. Mr. Warburton, of Warburton Place,must be a sybarite, and should be a happy man. Ah, he is coming."
But it is not Mr. Warburton who enters. It is a colored valet, sleek,smiling, obsequious, who bears in his hand a gilded salver, with aletter upon it, and upon his arm a parcel wrapped in black silk.
"You are Mr. Vernet?" queries this personage, as if in doubt.
"Yes."
"Then this letter is for you."
And the valet bows low, and extends the salver, adding softly:
"I am Mr. Warburton's body servant."
Looking somewhat surprised, as well as annoyed, Van Vernet takes up theletter, breaks the seal and reads:
SIR:
My business with you is of so delicate a nature that it is best, for all concerned, to keep our identity a secret, for a time at least. Your investigation involves the fair fame of a lady and the honor of a stainless name.
Come to this house to-morrow night, in the costume which I shall send for your use. The enclosed card will admit you. My valet will show you the domino by which you will recognize me. This will enable me to instruct you fully, and to point out to you the persons in whom you are to take a
n interest. This letter you will please destroy in the presence of my valet. A. W.
After reading this strange note, Van Vernet stands so long, silentlypondering, that the servant makes a restless movement. Then thedetective says, with a touch of imperiousness.
"Give me a match."
It is proffered him in silence, and in silence he turns to the grate,applies the match to the letter, and lets it fall from his fingers tothe fire-place, where it lies a charred fragment that crumbles to ashesat a touch.
The dark servant watches the proceeding in grave silence until Vernetturns to him, saying:
"Now, the domino."
Then he rapidly takes from the sable wrapper a domino of black andscarlet, and exhibits it to the detective, who examines it criticallyfor a moment and then says brusquely:
"That will do; tell your master that I will follow his instructions--_tothe letter_."
As the stately door swings shut after his exit, Van Vernet turns andglances up at the name upon the door-plate, and, as he sets his footupon the pavement, he mutters:
"A. Warburton is my employer; A. Warburton is the name upon the door: Isee! My services are wanted by the master of this mansion: he asks todeal with a _gentleman_, and--leaves him to negotiate with a coloredservant! There's a lady in the case, and 'an honorable name at stake;'Ah! Mr. A. Warburton, the day may come when you will wear no domino inmy presence; when you will send no servant to negotiate with VanVernet!"
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